Thank the gods for the wagging tongues of superstitious servants and house hands... Inexplicable noises and shadows took on new lives when whispered over by the urgent, hushed toned folk made wary by houses baring a sordid history. Such was the House of Shar; again, that reality was most thanked for by the shy librarian.
Elle Gianna would never seek to explain to Artur Narul, nor his family, why she did what she did, for the deed her kindnesses were inspired by was something the Lord would claim was only his duty as a man of honor. He might continue to say, perhaps, that any man or citizen worth their salt would have done the same. But the truth of the matter was it wasn't just anyone who'd done it, it was him, and such brave selflessness should be cherished as well as rewarded in a world that could be unkind more often then not. Elle more than most could spin many tales, both historical and fictional, of moments that should have been seized. Of moments where action could be taken to prevent the mortality of others, yet were passed by due to a lack of mettle or a flood of fear. Man could hesitate, and such a hesitation could be a price paid with innocent blood, but Artur was not one of those men... No.
When the lord had pushed Elle from her path of selflessness, she not only felt the hard bite of the floor beneath her, but a powerful rush of Artur's spirit. Empathy was her curse as much as the willful changing of her body's shape, but it was also in some aspects a gift; at least in this case it was. The woman had been given a chance to play the serendipitous divine, and it was not a chance she would pass up idly.
The chance and moment of giving without receiving, like braving the storm of odious intent for the well being of someone other than yourself, was a thing that measured one's true character. Elle did not seek some profound sense of redemption or sanctuary in the afterlife for her benevolent ways, but to even the unkind scales that life often weighed out of man's favor. Who was she to frown when it was easier to smile? Who was she to pass up the choice of being helpful to a family who, like any, deserved a little kindness in their lives?
She was Estelle Gianna, that's who.
Though life had dealt her more unfavorable hands than she'd care to reveal, as much as she could, the awkward little woman would patch what cracks she could in the lives of others, if only for the reward of a smile. Life was too short not to smile.
For these reasons, and many others Elle had taken on the task of making the lives for House Shar's folk, in the name of Artur's kindness, as easy and pleasant as she could, if only from the shades and shapes of every other face or creature she could assume without being noticed. Let them think her deeds the blessing of a good spirit left behind by the murders to guard them against the return of any evil; it suited her secret purpose all the better. Heck, for good measure, she would even echo her voice in the softness of whispers 'round corners and hallways to further enhance the rumor!
And so it was, her workings of small and not so small kindnesses for the house's lord and his folk. Elle's first kindness came in the form of a box laden with moth shaped cookies bright and colored with the edible shine of melted candies; they were a purchase she'd attained from the very Sweet's Shoppe that Artur had chanced into. The second act came as a lost box of delicate, cat shaped almond soaps left at the feet of a curious Elsa, the house's unofficial lady in waiting, and beloved friend to Artur's sister, Ilisrai, or so she'd heard as an ever present fly on the wall
These were only small things, coincidental, nonchalant happenings that would be easily forgotten in the grand scheme of things. Elle's plans would unfold as the House's needs did, and her acts would continue as such until she felt her debt paid to the noble lord.
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Elle Gianna would never seek to explain to Artur Narul, nor his family, why she did what she did, for the deed her kindnesses were inspired by was something the Lord would claim was only his duty as a man of honor. He might continue to say, perhaps, that any man or citizen worth their salt would have done the same. But the truth of the matter was it wasn't just anyone who'd done it, it was him, and such brave selflessness should be cherished as well as rewarded in a world that could be unkind more often then not. Elle more than most could spin many tales, both historical and fictional, of moments that should have been seized. Of moments where action could be taken to prevent the mortality of others, yet were passed by due to a lack of mettle or a flood of fear. Man could hesitate, and such a hesitation could be a price paid with innocent blood, but Artur was not one of those men... No.
When the lord had pushed Elle from her path of selflessness, she not only felt the hard bite of the floor beneath her, but a powerful rush of Artur's spirit. Empathy was her curse as much as the willful changing of her body's shape, but it was also in some aspects a gift; at least in this case it was. The woman had been given a chance to play the serendipitous divine, and it was not a chance she would pass up idly.
The chance and moment of giving without receiving, like braving the storm of odious intent for the well being of someone other than yourself, was a thing that measured one's true character. Elle did not seek some profound sense of redemption or sanctuary in the afterlife for her benevolent ways, but to even the unkind scales that life often weighed out of man's favor. Who was she to frown when it was easier to smile? Who was she to pass up the choice of being helpful to a family who, like any, deserved a little kindness in their lives?
She was Estelle Gianna, that's who.
Though life had dealt her more unfavorable hands than she'd care to reveal, as much as she could, the awkward little woman would patch what cracks she could in the lives of others, if only for the reward of a smile. Life was too short not to smile.
For these reasons, and many others Elle had taken on the task of making the lives for House Shar's folk, in the name of Artur's kindness, as easy and pleasant as she could, if only from the shades and shapes of every other face or creature she could assume without being noticed. Let them think her deeds the blessing of a good spirit left behind by the murders to guard them against the return of any evil; it suited her secret purpose all the better. Heck, for good measure, she would even echo her voice in the softness of whispers 'round corners and hallways to further enhance the rumor!
And so it was, her workings of small and not so small kindnesses for the house's lord and his folk. Elle's first kindness came in the form of a box laden with moth shaped cookies bright and colored with the edible shine of melted candies; they were a purchase she'd attained from the very Sweet's Shoppe that Artur had chanced into. The second act came as a lost box of delicate, cat shaped almond soaps left at the feet of a curious Elsa, the house's unofficial lady in waiting, and beloved friend to Artur's sister, Ilisrai, or so she'd heard as an ever present fly on the wall
These were only small things, coincidental, nonchalant happenings that would be easily forgotten in the grand scheme of things. Elle's plans would unfold as the House's needs did, and her acts would continue as such until she felt her debt paid to the noble lord.
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